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There is too much poetry
That's blatently obtuse
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Poetry in motion
And so the world turns
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The gut wrenching tears
Of a mothers grief
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I cried for the rain forest
too late the fires died.
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It was like any other day
for this innocent little girl
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Anal retentive premidonnas
lacking any kind of class
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I was born with your image
cradled in my soul.
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Alone on a dark country road, I could see them in the distance. They were tearing apart a bag of garbage, next to the farmer’s mail box, at
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The water simmered slowly
as it brewed the hobo coffee
42 lines, 18 comments,
on Mar 31 3:47 PM
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November breathes in silence
as the first snow blankets
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When all the lights go out
and my heart fills with fear
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The honeymoon suite
for trailer trash
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Crimson glows to burgundy
a subtle change of hue
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I’m board, of talking to a wall
the Zen of being thick as a brick
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Hills become mountains
a thousand feet from ground.
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Many look forward, to this time of year
Everyones happy, and full of good cheer
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As the sun slowly sets
My eyes open wide
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Trapped in the chains
of this Earth bound life
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Providence
A lifetime of dreams
53 lines, 11 comments,
on Mar 29 4:15 PM. In Contest, Dark, Sad, Personal, Pain, Spiritual, Thoughts, Hope, Life
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Little Red Rider, from the ghetto bred hood
visited her homeless granny, in the city park wood.
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He floated from his crypt
riding the thermals
35 lines, 20 comments,
on Jun 13 11:47 AM
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In the humble land of Kings and Queens
whose kingdom is there home
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comfort
loved ones smiling
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The warmth and security
I feel in your arms
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Out on the sidewalk late at night
Looking for my baby in the neon light
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Out on the sidewalk
late at night.
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The Cowboy took the peace pipe
from the angry Indian Chief
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The days of wine and roses
The winter of my soul
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Mysterious and foreboding
The dark side of the moon
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With the pleasure of a child
I sip the hot coco
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I look at myself in the mirror
and I'm truly afraid to ask
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Atop a horse shoe canyon
with a view that has no end
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I am a neutrino
One of five million
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The crimson fury, of my life force
Boils, beneath the cream shell
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The sadest song
Is the song un-sung
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Crouching over the body
Of a mothers tormented soul
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The carrion creatures
of nights despair
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I am powerless over the thoughts
That appear in my mind
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